Poem: Scared
You rage through gritted teeth as you hold me on the floor
Your left arm pins me to the ground and your seething side, clutching a huge handful of my hair.
Your furious fist pulls my follicles til my eyes sting with tears
This is much, much worse than it first appears.
Your right hand on my throat makes my bladder tremble, as I realise I can’t move.
So I beg you to let me go.
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I almost hear you say no.
“That’s right; who’s your god? Who’s your god?!”
You shake me; for emphasis, I presume.
You’re uncontrollable when you fearlessly fume.
“Ok, ok, you, I’m sorry, you, let me go, please.”
You let go of my throat and release your grip on my head
Cool as ice, you rejoin the party downstairs…I follow you, reassembling my hair.
Scared.
